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Post by K on Jun 19, 2010 0:18:07 GMT -5
It was an average day; free from any spiritual encounters or Hollow attacks. Down by the river a family would be enjoying a picnic together with the flowing water as their scenery. All would seem normal until their nine year old daughter would point toward the water to show them something quite unexpected. Floating in the water was a large floating piece of ice-slowly dirfting down the river as if it belonged in this moderately temperate day. The rest of the family would look in surprise as they wondered what could of caused this ice that escalated in amount as time went by.
Far down the river the source of these bizzare occurances would be noticed. It was Octavio Castile; dead in the center of the flowing river shirtless and isolated. With his eyes closed Octavio would be working on his breathing exercises, all the while reciting the vows he had made to his fellow Spiritual Crusaders he had left back in Mexico. As he mumbled his vows the spirtual pressure around him would leak out-the river would form large rings of ice that would detach from Octavio and continue on down the river.
Having finished his vows Octavio would take the time alone to mediate his abilities. He knew that in the world of these 'Shimgami' he was a small fry-and that even with all the potential his mentor had told him about; it was only in rank of some of the weakest of their Shimigami.
This had to change. He had to rise up to purgatory and show them that the living could defend themselves-no that was not enough, Octavio had to prove he could match their greatest Shimigami!
Opening his eyes Octavio would then begin to control his leaking spiritual pressure. With that done he'd begin a kata for his millitary taught fighting style. With each punch he'd take a step forward against the river; his mind focused on finding a way to improve his control. Soon the leak would weaken itself and only thin layers of ice would form around the man as he make his shadow attacks.
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